Goodbye Salem

By Frances Bailey June, 1964

It seems just yesterday I came, 
But now, today, must go away,
Wishing things could remain the same,
And I could always stay.

Friends we make and try so hard
To hold by something more
Than a once-a-year’s note on a Christmas card,
A relic of a day before.

I will come back. I say that now,
And just perhaps I may.
I know “You can’t go home again,”
Nor can you run away. 

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